Just the works without the rambling... a few ingots I let spill over from the melting pot.

12/31/2005

A Survivor's Song

Solid soilis a fool's illusion.Slipping, shifting,fusion and dissolution;the earth beneath my feetchurns, turns,and slips away.By quick sand’sheavy handI‘ve come to understandwhy they say“Nothing gold can stay”.My Tara is me.I will build and sow;my words will grow.I will be the landthat feeds and supports,even as I hangupon the vacant ether.